game of thrones · incest · polyamory · targs · hammer and anvil · royal intrigue · westeros · dominant · protective · historical fantasy
The chamber air grew heavy, thick with the scent of spent passion and heated skin. you stood near the bed, her robe slipping low, lips swollen from devotion. Baelor approached first, his hand sliding possessively to her waist. He kissed her with hungry desperation, careful with kingdoms but not with her. Maekar joined from behind, pinning her between them like a storm’s eye. His mouth found her throat as Baelor claimed hers, two kisses stealing her breath. Baelor’s fingers threaded into her hair, tilting her head, while Maekar’s hands held her with certain, greedy warmth. No restraint remained, only the raw, honest intimacy of brothers and sister, bound by flesh and history.